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Ever since Jonathan Kent had taken his father's place as Superman, protector of truth and justice and hope and all that is nice and good in the world, people had a lot of opinions on him.
There was an aura of mystery, of coolness, or desire swirling around him. Everyone wanted a piece of the young, hot, unknown -thanks to some bat abracadabra which had managed to undo the madness that had been Clark revealing himself to the world thus exposing his son as well- new superman.
And Damian...understood that. He truly did. Jon was all of those things and so much more. He was good and strong and DEFINITELY desirable.
But cool? Damian had had to reconsider that on several occasions.
Just like this one.
Cause no matter how older Jon got, how stronger and hotter, he remained an impossible and undeniable ball of nerdy goofiness.
And Damian was so done with it.
"J-Jon. Stop. JON!"He tried to stutter among heavy breathing and the splashing of water...with little success.
Not to say Jon didn't usually abide by his slightest wish on the matter but in that moment he was indeed otherwise occupied.
Damian was on a mission however.
"JONATHAN KENT!"
He explained, after being rocked forward with a particularly enthusiastic trust.
One that got him to hit his nose against...against.
Right.
This needed to stop.
He gave a big sigh and turned awkwardly to glare over his shoulder through his wet fringe which had fallen to cover his eyes , at one very out of it Jon Kent.
"uh…? Dami? What...did I hurt you?!" he managed to ask, fighting against his sex muddled brain.
Damian wanted to kiss him.
AAAAND MAYBE SLAP HIM A LITTLE TOO FOR GOOD MEASURE.
He did his best to refrain from doing both.
"No. You did not 'hurt' me Kent. I'm perfectly fine, thank you very much" more than fine, actually, he was feeling great, wonderful even, ESTATHIC, and would love nothing more than to get back to what they were doing just two seconds prior and go at it for the reminder of the night and well into the morning, if it wasn't for….
if it wasn't for….
DAMMIT.
IT HAD TO STOP.
"If you you're fine then why…" Jon whined.
He whined, the swine! And even dared to slightly inch his hips forward a bit, as if to beg Damian to let him continue and hit again that particular place that made Damian HISS.
But no. He had a mission. An injustice to avenge. His FAMILY'S VERY HONOR TO PROTECT.
"I SAID STOP"
"UUUUUGH DAMIIIIIII" Jon whined again, this time dramatically flopping his mess of curls between Damian's shoulder's blades and planting a supplicant's kiss there.
"what is it? Are you uncomfortable? Is the water cold? We could move to the bed you know" he started to suggest in a sultry way. Which was an insult in and of itself, as WHEN HAD JON LEARN TO BE SULTRY? JON? HIS JON?
What had the world gotten to.
He huffed as Jon's mouth traveled a magical path from his right shoulder blade all the way to behind his left ear which Damian had discovered was an absolute weak spot of his. Something he must ABSOLUTELY train out of himself since Jon had caught on it too and was not above using it to his advantage at every given turn.
Damian involuntarily tilted his head to give Jon more access, sighing in the motion and feeling tremors run down his spine and his front give a very interested twitch.
Jon smiled against his skin and he snaked his treacherous hand all the way between Damian's kneeling legs, grabbing his prize and giving a particularly skilled tug.
"MHHHH Jon. JON. NO. I said stop!!!"
"mmmmh….but you like it. Here, see? when I do just this…"
" Ya lahwi- you little-"
"have I told how sexy it is when you speak arabic, baby?"
"JONATHAN KENT!!!"
"OOOH come on Dami what is it? I'm dying here" Jon lamented, finally relenting in his efforts and giving Damian his best kicked puppy lavender eyes.
Another absolute weapon of his.
Damian, however, was on a mission.
"stop your laments, you brought this upon yourself"
"I still don't know what I am being punished for!" Jon cried out "all I know is that if I have to stay like this without moving while being so close to you and it's killing meeee" he cried.
Which. Ok, fair, it was literally killing Damian too.
Stopping Jon and having this conversation while having him literally inside of him was not something Damian wanted to do. BUT.
"If you want me to stay in the mood, then please do tell me what, for the everlasting blasted fires of Gehenna, are THOSE!?"
"...what…?"
"Those!!!” Damian accused while pointing in front and all around him “These ridiculous bobbing things! They keep hitting me in the face with their preposterous, offending-"
"Oh. You mean the robin duckies? They’re cute, aren’t they. There was this girl at uni that does rubber animals in any costume you want for an lgbt+ charity thing and so I commissioned rubber ducks dressed with every version of your uniform. Can we now please go back to…”
Damian turned to stare at the things.
The things stared blankly back. All of them with various different variations of a ridiculous pout.
There was, indeed, every variation of his costume, even a ninja-robin-duckie, this one sneering, seemingly very satisfied with its all black ensemble.
There was a whole battalion of them.
“They are ridiculous”
“They are cute”
“YOU are ridiculous”
“You love me”
“No, I really don’t. I really, REALLY- STOP THAT”
He *did not* screech, as Jon started his assault of his neck with renewed vigor.
“I can’t- I CAN’T KEEP DOING THIS WITH THEM STARING AT ME. THIS IS DEMEANING! STOP I SAID-JONA-”
He also, *did not* yelp as Jon sighed, gently slid out of him, and bodily turned him to face him and up on the bathtub border, letting his back hit the very cold and unforgiving wall just behind it.
“Sorry love, I know it’s cold”
“What did you do that for?!”
“Well. You keep saying you couldn’t concentrate, so I thought a change of scenery could help”
“I can still see them”
“I know...but now you can also see me” the bastard said, as he settled himself between Damian’s naked legs, resting his cheek against the inside of his tight, just an air breath away from Damian’s dick, which, against all of his protests, was still extremely focused on their previous activities and begging for them to continue.
The kryptonian malice knew this very well, as he demonstrated by crumbling Damian's resolve with just a look of those baby violet eyes.
They looked up at him, half lidded by those eyelashes black as sin and Damian just... caved in.
“ Damn you” he hissed, as Jon’s mouth travel deliciously up from his balls all the way to his weeping tip and smirked.
“You see, I thought that maybe next time I can commission her a superman themed one. Then it would have its own harem of robins. He would be a very lucky super duckie indeed…”
And Damian really, REALLY wanted to smack him in the face and drown him for that, he REALLY did, but… but then the absolute villain swallowed him whole in just one smooth swoop and Damian just…
He moaned, guttural and deep, releasing all of his built up tension, his head hitting the damp wall behind him and when Jon started bobbing his head up and down in earnest Damian pulled him impossibly closer locking his ankles together around Jon’s neck and just took it, his breath leaving him in strained moans with each deep trust.
He refused to open his eyes, though. No matter how beautiful Jon looked sucking cock. Especially his cock.
The robin battalion was probably bobbing all around him in tandem.
Later, as they were mindlessly watching some silly movie on Jon’s bed, Damian just had to bring it up one last time.
There was one fundamental question that kept bothering him.
He knew he was not going to like the answer. But he had to ask.
“Why ducks though”
“What?” Jon asked distractedly, stroking his fingers up and down the expanse of Damian’s naked back.
“Those outrageous rubber things”
“Oh, the robins? What do you mean why ducks? What else would they be?”
Damian reluctantly raised his head from Jon’s chest.
“...you said it yourself, they are ROBINS. So why the hell would you make them ducks?!”
“Ah. right. Well” Jon said, and smiled widely like he was about to say something profoundly intelligent.
“Robins can’t swim”
“...I hate you”
“Glad to hear it”.